bright sunshine
the brilliance of a goal
on my daughter’s face
swirling leaves
every now and then a player
gets loose
abusing the umpire
my accent
well and truly back
not quite reaching
an unassailable lead
low winter sun
a long trail
of yellow leaves
we find a path to goal
hanging on
to a narrow lead
the light this time of year
the odds
of the full-forward missing
three easy shots
Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
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